Who: Kendal Crane & Open What: Finding a hobby When: Friday Afternoon Where: Crawdaddy Music Warnings: None so far Status: Open/Ongoing
One of the first, and most treasured, memories Kendal had of her parents, was her dad teaching her to play guitar. He had a few of them, she remembered, and there were memories of her dad playing guitar on the porch while her mom sang along with him. Memories of teaching Dean and Pia how to play at the orphanage. Until it got bad, until they had to start hiding, music had been an outlet for them.
She missed playing though, missed the bite from the strings after having not played in while. The feel of the sound and music moving through the body of the guitar as she played.
Today was her day off, and she had decided that she was going to splurge a little with her paycheck at Crawdaddy. Unfortunately, she was having a bit of indecision about just which instrument she wanted to buy. She was actually on her fourth guitar, having taken it down from the wall and sitting on the floor to play. They were all good, but so far she hadn't found the one that felt 'right'.
She was still feeling out the strings when she noticed someone nearby and looked up. "Any requests? No guarantee I'll know it, but I'll try."